Fold itself up for the serener clime Of years to come, and find its recompense I recall My thoughts, and bid you look upon the night. And the rare stars rush through them dim and fast: All this is beautiful in every land. But what see you beside? — a shabby stand A wretched woman reeling by, whose curse 245 the, Mrs. Shelley, transcript || a, Mrs. Shelley, 1824. 247 expectation, Mrs. Shelley, 1824 || reputation, Mrs. Shelley, transcript. Or yellow-haired Pollonia murmuring I see a chaos of green leaves and fruit Of the living stems that feed them -in whose bowers There sleep in their dark dew the folded flowers; Next winter you must pass with me; I'll have My house by that time turned into a grave Of dead despondence and low-thoughted care, And all the dreams which our tormentors are; Oh! that Hunt, Hogg, Peacock and Smith were there, With every thing belonging to them fair! 272, 273 Mrs. Shelley, 18392 || omit, Mrs. Shelley, transcript, 1824, 18391. 276 that, Mrs. Shelley, transcript || who, Mrs. Shelley, 1824. 288 the, Mrs. Shelley, transcript || a, Mrs. Shelley, 1824. 296 Boscombe MS., Mrs. Shelley, transcript. We will have books, Spanish, Italian, Greek; Feasting on which we will philosophize! And we'll have fires out of the Grand Duke's wood, To thaw the six weeks' winter in our blood. And then we'll talk ;- what shall we talk about? - I've sworn to strangle them if once they dare And in despite of God and of the devil, Sweet meeting by sad parting to renew ;- 301 Mrs. Shelley, transcript || omit, Mrs. Shelley, 1824, 18391,2. 317 well, come, Mrs. Shelley, 18392 || we'll come, Mrs. Shelley, transcript, 1824, 18391. 318 despite of God, Mrs. Shelley, transcript || despite of... Mrs. Shelley, 1824, spite of... Mrs. Shelley, 18391. 319 We'll, Mrs. Shelley, transcript || Will, Mrs. Shelley, 1824, 18391,2. ODE TO NAPLES EPODE I a I STOOD within the city disinterred; And heard the autumnal leaves like light footfalls Of spirits passing through the streets; and heard The Mountain's slumberous voice at intervals Thrill through those roofless halls ; The oracular thunder penetrating shook The isle-sustaining Ocean-flood, A plane of light between two Heavens of azure: Around me gleamed many a bright sepulchre Of whose pure beauty, Time, as if his pleasure Were to spare Death, had never made erasure; But every living lineament was clear As in the sculptor's thought; and there The wreaths of stony myrtle, ivy and pine, Like winter leaves o'ergrown by moulded snow, Seemed only not to move and grow Because the crystal silence of the air Weighed on their life; even as the Power divine, Which then lulled all things, brooded upon EPODE II a Then gentle winds arose, With many a mingled close mine. Ode to Naples. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824. Composed at the Baths of San Giuliano, near Pisa, August 17-25. Of wild Æolian sound and mountain odor keen ; And where the Baian ocean Welters with air-like motion, Within, above, around its bowers of starry green, It bore me, like an angel, o'er the waves I sailed where ever flows A spirit of deep emotion Shadowy Aornus darkened o'er the helm There streamed a sunlit vapor, like the standard Whilst from all the coast, Louder and louder, gathering round, there wandered Over the oracular woods and divine sea Prophesyings which grew articulate They seize me - I must speak them be they fate! STROPHE al Naples, thou Heart of men, which ever pantest Naked, beneath the lidless eye of heaven! Elysian City, which to calm enchantest |